cleanse my service of all selfishness, spiritual or material,
all criticisms or impatience,
all secret desire for consolation, recognition or reward.
May I love those you have given me, to the end,
for you and in your way.
May I give and go on giving.
May I bear and go on bearing.
Take all that I have and all that I am
and subdue it to your service. Amen. ~ Evelyn Underhill
The balances are delicate;
striking and tipping and
striking and falling
in deep enough to keep waiting,
living for the moments
we are each other’s counter weight,
each other’s perch,
each other’s harmony
and song of songs
when devotion sings
and selflessness outweighs pride,
humility offsets righteousness
and we sync ourselves to
the striking balance of delight,
the just weights of sacrifice.